What do you call these two

anonymous asked:

CollegeStudent!EE x Mermaid!ATh first met pls

“What are you?” Mochi asked, staring at the creature he’d found.

He liked walking along the beach.  It tended to clear his mind from thoughts of papers due, dumb professors, and dumber friends.  But this was an unexpected distraction - a man with teal hair and a teal tail in place of legs, sunning himself on a rock.

“What does it look like I am?” the man answered snappishly.  His tail flicked in the water, tossing droplets into the air to spatter across his (very nice, Mochi noticed distractedly) body.  “A b’tulat ha’yam.  Do you not know one of us when you see one?”

“A- I can’t pronounce that.”  Mochi shook his head.  “Uh, we call you mermen.  Assuming you are a mermaid.”

“You just called me two different things,” the merman pointed out.  “Which is it?  Merman, or mermaid?”

Mochi shook his head to try and clear it.  The merman was still there  “Merman for guys, mermaid for girls and the entire species?”  This felt surreal.  “Wait, wait.  Aren’t you supposed to be singing to me or something?  Trying to lure me in and eat me?”

“I am full,” the merman said with such blitheness that Mochi stumbled back in shock.  Then the merman laughed.  “No.  We do not eat humans.  You have odd myths about us, no?  Singing is a good way to communicate underwater.  Tunes carry better than words.”

“I… Okay.”  This still felt like a dream.  Mochi pinched himself.  It hurt.  The merman tilted his head.

“What are you doing?”

“Are you real?” Mochi asked.  The merman flicked his tail once more, sending another glittering shower of water over himself.

“I tire of your inane questions, anoshi.  Yes.  I am real.  Why are you still bothering me?”

“Just curious.”  Mochi stared for a moment more, taking in the way his hair and tail matched in shimmering blue, his pale skin and well-defined muscles.  “Um.  So… I’m Ain, but my friends call me Mochi.  What’s your name?”

“My name is not important to the likes of you.  But my title among my people is Armae Tzaumautorgie.”

Shit.  Mochi knew he was going to butcher that name.  “Arme… Thaumaturgy?”

“Close enough.”  The mermaid smiled, revealing sharp teeth.  “You are a curious creature, if slightly banal.  I shall see you again tomorrow at this time.”

And before Mochi could protest, the merman was gone, sliding back into the sea.  Only a disappearing ripple in the wave-broken water showed he was there at all.

Mochi sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, already wondering if he’d imagined the entire encounter.

“Arme Thaumaturgy,” he repeated.  “Arme.  Guess I should come back tomorrow and check if this was all real.”

The One That Got Away| Kim Donghyun (3)

Originally posted by swoojin

character: kim donghyun

word count: 635

genre: angst

summary: donghyun left you heartbroken for 8 months, then he called you

*there should be 2-3 more parts to the story if you guys want it haha


The silence walking back to Donghyun’s was suffocating. All you wanted to do was yell at him, kiss him, shake him into his senses. Honestly, anything.

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tigerblade12  asked:

Soo, is there any rumors flying by?

Rumours #1 - JUN 27 2017
So it’s no surprise Mocha was the new one. Everyone knows that. So here’s some sweet juice details for ya, dearie!

Click here to learn about Ylva’s Rumours

[Ask Hints Gained]

1. So, I’ve heard Thines is getting engaged by someone. They said it’s a complex thing going on those two “lovers”, ya?

2. Claire is doing a check-up on students about food poisoning. I think something happened. There’s a bit less students around here at the mall floor. I find it odd.

3. Hvelther just bought a very odd book. I think it was called the “Book of Lone”, ya?

I can’t think of anything else to say on top a’ my head right now. Tell you what? I’ll tell ya more next week, if yer curious for some more, dear~

[Check up with Ylva next week for more rumours!!]

List of Faculty | List of Students | Ask Kalos Miare

pure fun ///

“it’s nice just having
pure fun”

it is and it’s heartbreaking that we
notice it and quite honestly it’s
disgusting that society has taken it
from us and i
don’t know what the fuck to do
because nobody else i know calls it
pure fun because they aren’t used to
half fun half fear like we
breathe

i hate that you and i and the rest of
us need
specifically
pure fun because
ninety-nine percent of my fun is not
pure; not reckless, careless, or casual
my fun and your fun and the rest of
our fun is look-over-your-shoulder

“fun”

it’s hard being the visibly gay kids
two butches a too femme les and a
twink
when the only kid in the group
wearing mascara is the one with an
adam’s apple that’s when you know
you’re fucked in this
neck of the woods

nice pure fun is what we’ve had in a
store looking through the clearance
picking out hats and pens
and smelling every candle and not
caring if the old lady thinks we’re
faggots because this old lady is
giggling and smiling at the three gay
teenagers smelling candles and
quietly whispering
have you smelled the passion fruit
i think she felt sorry for us
maybe she was worried about us
maybe she was just thought we were
funny and cute
regardless
this old lady didn’t call security on
the four queers in the clearance aisle

pure fun is singing along to gay songs
in the dark of night on the highway
when nobody can hear but us because
yeah we’re singing but the
windows are up and we aren’t belting
so nobody but us can hear
the four gays singing
that we were just born this way
and that girls can like girls
and boys can wear makeup because
hot damn if we rolled down our
windows we’d be dead before we got
home but we kept them up and
we got home and that’s pure fun is
fun when you can be dead certain
nobody can hear you. cars are private
cars are safe and in a car you can
have pure fun

but you know what’s not pure fun
going home and standing on the
porch with your key as you quietly
take off your pins
and throw on the mascara you wiped
off in the car three hours ago
turn your hat around and
unbutton the top three buttons of your
shirt and scrub the lipstick
off of your cheek
so your mom doesn’t know that you’re
one of the faggots she hears about on
the news because as the youth say
you’d be fucked

but you know the three gays in the
car are waiting for you to get in the
house so nobody snatches you off the
step and they can feel your pain and
your inhales and you know they feel
it too and you’re not alone you’re just
alone right now and scared as fuck

pure fun isn’t what we’re used to
i’m not used to not looking over my
shoulder and to be honest
i still did and always will do
but
what mattered was that the old lady
smiled and laughed and didn’t frown
we joke about the one true ally but
that woman’s laugh might have
saved
our
lives
we’ll never know but
it was nice having her there for our
pure fun and
damn i praise g-d that car windows
were made to quiet the road because
if the men in the truck to our left had
known what words were in our
mouths the fun would’ve been less
pure so i’d like to thank the countless
griping rich americans from long ago
for getting us home because you
might have saved our lives and
it was nice having every one of them
in on our pure fun

so shout out to those of you having
pure fun and thinking it’s nice
because that nice feeling is
actually what the hets call neutral
and what we’re calling pure fun is
what the hets call boring and they
never notice when they feel almost
safe so fuck them and go you

have some pure fun

anonymous asked:

Do you know if of any other abo Hamilton fics, other then what you write ofc. Love you💓

yeah! most of them are on archive. i’m not on my laptop so i’m just gonna post the long links

one_golden_sun on archive has a series called “john has two alphas”

- but your inadequacies fill up his heart by one_golden_sun (it’s laflams!!!)

it’s just really cute and the characters are very well developed and there’s smut and they love each other so what more could you ask for?

https://archiveofourown.org/series/692595

- pass the time by coffeequill (hamilsquad! john + alex are omegas; laf and herc are alphas)

this is one of my favorites because it’s very realistic while still being in the omegaverse. if that makes sense…also alex sucks but i love him anyway

literally i wanted to stab him

http://archiveofourown.org/works/8947492/chapters/20480212

- politics and omegas by pyropinkfish

i’ve never read this because i can’t do really long fics. idk? its just really daunting, but this is basically a retelling of hamilton but with a/b/o dynamics! if you read it and like it, let me know!

https://archiveofourown.org/series/448036

smut:

- you shouldn’t be at work today (washjamilton? smut – gwash x tjeffs x hamilton)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8804299?view_adult=true

thats all i know of! hope that helps.

Condoms and Toothpaste

A little Sterek drabble based on this tumblr post. Lots of love to @christinewolf​ for letting me bounce ideas of her and also giving me a few in return. She’s a great cheerleader and I love her a whole lot.

Also on AO3.


Derek isn’t exactly what you call a stable human being. He’s pretty messed up. A little bit lonely. Kind of an insomniac. Just a bit.

Usually, when he’s feeling a little too energized at three in the fucking morning, he goes grocery shopping.

Which is what he is currently doing. This happens at least once a week.  He has a problem.

He’s trying to decide between two different brands of toothpaste (it’s a hard decision, they both promise fresh breath and shiny white teeth, give him a break) when he sees someone in his peripheral vision.

Someone really nice looking.

With a box of condoms.


Stiles likes to grocery shop at odd hours. He blames it on college life. The only free time he gets between classes, studying, and making time for Scott is when he’s meant to be sleeping but just can’t.

During these times, he also remembers that he actually has to eat at some point. Something that isn’t pop tarts and cup-o-noodles. Thus the grocery shopping at three a.m.

He’s just walking by aisle ten when he stops short. Because. Because. That guy is very attractive and he looks like he’s trying to will the toothpaste to death just with the power of his magnificent eyebrows.

So. Stiles does the only logical thing his sleep-deprived brain can think of. He walks down the same aisle. And, promptly, grabs the first thing he sees.

Which happens to be a box of XXL condoms.

And Hot Eyebrows Guy is looking right at him.

Stiles searches his brain for something not-stupid to say, but the only thing that comes out thanks to 30 hours of not sleeping is, “Think these are any good?”

Hot Eyebrows Guy just blinks at him for a solid ten seconds with said eyebrows raised to his hairline, looking between Stiles’ face and the box of condoms before replying, “Condoms?”

Stiles feels like a complete idiot. His one interaction with a really hot guy he doesn’t know and he already screwed it up. He can probably fix this. The only way he knows how. Flailing and a lot of talking. “Well, I mean. I wouldn’t really know, and like, a guy like you probably has more experience than I do. You know - in the bedroom, I mean. Especially with this size-” Oh my god, Stiles thinks. I just made it so much worse.

“I mean, not that I would know something like that about you.” Stiles tries to put the condoms back on the shelf, but just manages to make several other boxes fall to the floor. “Shit. I mean, for all I know, it could be a lot smaller than this-”

Hot Eyebrows Guy continues to stare at him in complete bewilderment. Only then does he realize what just came out of his mouth, “Wow, I really need to shut up now.”

Stiles decides to just avoid eye contact and pick up the mess he made.


Derek can only stare as the guy who just implied he thought he had a small penis awkwardly picks up the boxes of condoms that ended up on the floor thanks to his flailing.

He’s obviously trying to avoid eye contact.

Derek has never been more offended and fascinated in his entire life. He didn’t even know that was possible.

This guy is a mess. And, Derek might be a little in in love. What the hell.

He’s brought out of his thoughts by the Condom Guy awkwardly standing up with the box still in his hand, the rest put away on the shelf.

“So, I guess I should just,” he gestures behind him as he starts to walk away.

Derek scrambles for something to say, “You’re a disaster,” is what comes out. Damn it.

Condom Guy looks mildly offended, but also like he agrees with the statement.

Derek smiles a little helplessly, “Wanna date?”

The stranger does a double take at that and looks behind him as if Derek could be addressing anyone else in a grocery store at 3:15 a.m.

He looks completely surprised. Derek thinks it’s cute. He’ll die before he admits it out loud, though.

“Wait, seriously?” Condom Guy says.

Derek nods and digs in his pocket, pulling out his phone.


Stiles leaves the grocery store in a daze, having only bought a box of XXL condoms.

But, he does have Hot Eyebrow Guy’s (Derek’s) number in his phone and plans to have coffee in a few hours.

Later, Scott calls him an idiot for not actually getting anything edible. Stiles counts it as a win anyway. So does Derek.

anonymous asked:

What music do you like? (I've been listening to a ton of Dead Kennedys and a band called Twenty One Two, they're great but they're still not well known)

Sirius: In this house we listen to some Rock and Roll babey.

Remus: But I do like my slow piano songs.

Teddy: and alternative!

youtube

Adam Lambert…debuts his new song, titled, “TwoFux”…while playing on Jimmy Kimmel LIVE…as part of his set, as frontman for the epic rock band…Queen!

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“Two Fux” - LYRICS: 

I only trust my tarot cards
Pink flamingos in my yard
People think that I’m from mars
Whatever

Only smoke that holy green
High above the big machine
Not attached to anything
Whatever

I got that magic you call ADD
Rep for them aliens different like me

If you think that what I do and how I live’s too much
I don’t really really give two fucks
If you think that what I say and what I give ain’t love
I don’t really really give two fucks
Here, right here, right here
Namaste right here, right here, right here

I’m the center of a crowded room
I might as well be on the moon
Searching for that one or two
Who get it
You see me talking to myself
Cause no one gets me like myself
I’ve been this way since I was twelve
I get it

[Variation]
I got that magic you call OCD
Rep for them aliens different like me

If you think that what I do and how I live’s too much
I don’t really really give two fucks
If you think that what I say and what I give ain’t love
I don’t really really give two fucks
Here, right here, right here
Namaste right here, right here, right here

[Instrumental]

Watch out for my enemies
‘Cause in the end it ain’t that deep
Imma get my inner peace
In leather

If you think that what I do and how I live’s too much
I don’t really really give two fucks
If you think that what I say and what I give ain’t love
I don’t really really give two fucks
Here, right here, right here
Namaste right here, right here, right here

Hey~

I’m back and fully healed! The last few days sucked a little but I’m excited to come back and talk to you guys. I really missed you! And funnily enough even though I wasn’t here the blog reached a milestone (thank you guys so much) and I know I should do a follow forever but for now I thought about giving you guys a little game as a gift for us to celebrate together. What do you think? I’ll call it The Advice Game™. It’ll work like this:


1) You’ll send me two asks, signed with your anon name (in case you’ve already been named by me or have done so yourself before use that - if not, create one~) in both so it won’t get messy. It has to be divided in two so I won’t post your personal info.

2) The first ask must contain your date of birth, city of birth, time of birth and if you would like to know the answer in a sweet but not very deep way or sweet but honest (meaning the answer can be brutal and straight to the point, I’ll tell you if you’re the one that is at fault - so choose wisely).

3) The second ask must contain what you need advice in. Let’s not make it too deep, though, and I’ll give you examples of what is fine: “Why am I always having trouble with this specific subject within my relationships?”, “Why do I have trouble making friends?”, “Why am I so unhappy with my profession?”, “Why am I always sick?”, “Why am I so lazy?”, “What in my chart makes me not focus enough to do this certain thing?”, etc. Please elaborate so I can understand exactly what you’re asking and ask about yourself only - if you’re having a fight, if you wanna know how to act because someone is acting a certain way… Those I can’t help you with since I’ll only be seeing your chart.

4) I will not answer asks about mental health matters and if you’d fit or how you’d fit a certain idol romantically or not (this one will be a game by itself in the future).

5) I’ll delete all the answers after 24 hours as so to keep your lives private - even though they’ll be anonymous, I worry. lol So I advise you to screen it/save it if you wanna read it again later.

6) This game will be on for the next two hours and I’ll try to answer it all as they come.

7) Any ask playing this game sent after that (I’ll make a post of when it’s over) will be deleted without an answer. So be quick!


Shall we begin? 

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

(it’s 20:07 btw)

You Are Not Alone~

~You Are Not Alone~


“Dad, we’re going out to play with friends!” Nox said to Cave as he and his two siblings followed behind him. Their father, Cave, looked up from what he was doing from his spot on the couch, “Be safe and stay together you three!” he called after his kids. As the door closed, a sudden sadness washed over the skeleton. It was a strong feeling of sadness and it was… uncontrollable.


Cave felt hot tears run down his face as he began to cry, the skeleton stood up trying to wipe the tears away, but they kept coming. Making his way to his and husband Neo’s room he took off his jacket right after he shut the door and then went to the bed and curled up in a ball; he took a pillow and hid his face in it as his crying continued.The crying grew louder but muffled as Cave sobbed into the pillow, his body shook at every sob he let out.


After a little while, the cries and sobs turned into soft sniffing and whimpers as Cave tired himself out crying like he had.


Closing his swollen eye sockets, Cave began to calm down and slowly drifted off to sleep, only letting out a couple sniffles there and here.


Neo whistled a little tone as he walked home from his job. His arms were folded behind his skull as he walked, he saw his kids on their way to their friends and told them to come back at dinner time.


Neo opened the front door of his house he shared e let out a deep sigh and lazily chuckled and shut the door behind him before he walked over to the couch and plopped onto it and just laid there. The ice cream themed skeleton almost drifted off to sleep, only to hear a faint sniffing and whimpers from his and Cave’s room.


“Huh…?”

Neo lift his skull towards the source and slowly got up from his spot and walked over, he rested his foreskull against the doorframe to be certain that it was Cave. From the other side of the door Cave was curled up on the bed hiding his tear-stained face in a pillow, he let out soft but muffled sniffles.


Neo grabbed the knob and turned it, opening the door with a slight creaking sound. He stepped inside the room, closing the door behind him before he walked over to the bed where Cave was curled up and sat down next to the other skeleton. Cave lifted his head to look at Neo and slowly sat up trying to wipe his overflowing tears, he hiccupped before flinging himself onto his husband and hugging him close. Neo wrapped his arms around Cave returning the hug and rested his chin on Cave’s head.


Cave held onto Neo hiding his face in Neo’s shirt, his tears staining the fabric of the shirt. After a few minutes, Cave let out a shaky sigh as his tears finally stopped, his eye sockets hurt from crying so much. “N-Neo…” His voice was raspy, it hurts to say anything. Neo let out a soft sigh,”What’s wrong?” he asked looking down at Cave.


“I…I don’t know.” Cave replied sniffed as he averted his gaze. Though, Neo knew Cave too well,”Another one of those days?” Cave slowly nodded his head.


“Want to talk about it?” Neo asked once again


Cave hesitated before he took a deep breath, “I-It was another nightmare. I-It felt so real-” Cave let out a sob, “I c-couldn’t save you or the children…” he gripped onto Neo’s shirt as a new set of tears raced down his cheeks.


Neo cupped Cave’s cheeks and tilted his head up to look at him, “Cave, that was just a nightmare, we’re okay.” Cave sniffed grabbing onto Neo’s hands,”It felt s-so real,,” he hiccuped.


“I know, but we’re okay.” Neo said pressing a gentle kiss to Cave’s forehead. He then gently pulled Cave into his lap and hugged him closer, he brushed away Cave’s tears before rubbing his cheeks with his thumb, “I love you.”


Finally, Cave gave Neo a small but joyful smile before giving him a deep loving kiss, “I love you, to.”



They spent the rest of the day cuddling with each other.



The End






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“Hey, Cave?”


“Hmm?”


“I kinda adopted a new pet-”


“…You gotta be kidding me-”


“Do you mean, you gotta be kitten me?~”


“Oh my lord, Neo.”


“Hehehe.”

 

 

@scrumptiousbagel

anonymous asked:

what's your favorite wildflower? like, flowers that people think are weeds type of wildflower. real underdog wildflower

some followers may already know this about me but one of my favorite plants is a cool neato technical wildflower called the Eastern Skunk Cabbage. 

this is what a blooming Eastern Skunk Cabbage looks like:

these plants are so comically disgusting like

-they smell like rotting flesh if you accidentally crush the outer part of the flower

-they like to live in mud and bogs and prefer environments where they can have cold running water over their roots at all times

-they’re pollinated by flies and beetles

-they bloom in really late winter and casually heat themselves up and just burn through the snow. like they just casually do that for two weeks out of the year

-these bois are not annuals. no. these bois are deep rooted and there to stay bitch. like if you cut their main tuber in half, you can see them already starting growth for the outer part of their flower for blooms up to ten years in the future.

-i did an entire research project on them and their heating mechanisms because theyre a really good example of the protein im interested in, the Alternative Oxidase Protein 

-these bois actually measure the exact outside temperature and adjust their inner bloom temperature to keep it perfectly steady. we dont know how it does this yet, we just know that the measuring mechanism is in the outer part of the flower. 

-they’re native flowers in the midwest and up through canada 

-theyre my stinky muddy bois and i love them

whats-an-urza  asked:

"The people who love calling it a 'World of Hats' are doing the same disservice as the people calling Jace a 'Mary Sue'." Just because you casually dismiss it doesn't make you right, it just means you're in denial. Would randomly smashing two worlds together make them great? Of course not, nice straw man. Would Innistrad work as a secluded part of larger world? Yes, until you introduced cosmic horrors. And Jace IS a Mary Sue. Maybe not the most egregious example, but he's still a contender.

One, how am I being a straw man? What *do* Ice Age and Mirage have to do with one another? Them being on the same world is no different than us saying Kaladesh and Amonkhet are on the same world.

They weren’t designed to go together. They were designed as if they were two different worlds by two different external design teams that were working in isolation.

It is *exactly* like us taking two worlds that weren’t designed to go together and then just saying they were on the same world. That’s what happened.

Two, a Mary Sue is defined, on Wikipedia, as

“an idealized and seemingly perfect fictional character. Often this character is recognized as an author insert or wish-fulfillment.”

Jace is a person obsessed with information missing the knowledge of his own past. He’s horrible in a physical fight. He reluctantly became the Living Guildpact, a role he neither wants nor is good at.

He has one very awkward relationship with Liliana. He constantly bickers with Gideon who both believe they’re leading the Gatewatch. He’s a neurotic mess in almost every aspect of his life.

He lost the fight he had on Zendikar with Ob Nixilis. He lost the fight he had on Innistrad with Nahiri/Avacyn. He lost the fight he had on Amonkhet with Bolas.

How in the world is he a Mary Sue?

So if you believe that Dominaria is somehow not a hodgepodge or Jace is a Mary Sue, I would love to argue over the facts.

Your turn.

ask and you shall receive | pt 2 (m)

[credit.]

pairing: jung hoseok x reader, sugar daddy! hoseok
genre/warnings: smut, oral, dirty talk, (cute) dom! hoseok
words: 15,413
summary: your sugar daddy says you don’t have to sleep with him if you don’t want to…trouble is, you do want to. You’re just nervous and a little inexperienced, but he catches on quick and begins to teach you the true pleasures of sex, and boy, are they good…

» pt 1 | pt 2 |

a/n: my blood sweat and tears omgg! Thank you guys!!

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“But I’m not joking, what are we going to call ourselves?”

“Do they even call themselves anything?”

“Dude, tell me or I’m going to call us the Awesome Shades Duo.”

“I…guess that’s a start?”

(I thought about why Bing and Ed Edgar are the two characters who have shaded eyes, and well… yeah whoops I did this. Hope you all like it!)

A Lesson in Love (The End)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,898

A/N: This is it, y’all. We’ve finally reached the final part of the series and, because I’m a sentimental son of a gun, I’ll post a proper goodbye post to this story sometime in the next day or two.

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - Without you, there would be no ALiL. I can’t thank you enough for you endless support.

Originally posted by caps-bucky

You wake up early the next morning, eyes blinking wearily as you struggle to free yourself from the last remaining tendrils of slumber. It’s not a simple task, mostly because you’re still exhausted and all you want to do is fall go back to sleep.

But you can’t. Something woke you up and you need to figure out what it was.

As you begin to come to, so do your senses. A quick sweep around your surroundings lets you know that you’re not in your apartment and the feeling of someone wrapped around you is the only clue you need to figure out that you’re not alone. You turn your head slightly, nose catching the scent of antibacterial soap - a smell that your brain immediately connects to doctors and hospitals.

Hospitals.

The last bit of confusion about your current location fades away as your brain catches up with your senses. You’re with Bucky.

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What I want to know is, why are men so interested in watching sexual violence against fictional women? Why do both of the first two Star Trek reboot movies involve a woman being watched stripping without her knowledge? Why does historical accuracy only apply to sexual assault against women and the erasure of POC, and not the total lack of bathing, horrifying surgical techniques, and everyone dying from the plague? Why do men want to watch women being called whores and sluts? If you claim not all men, why do you all seem to want to watch it?